Finally Found You.

[Chapter Two]

After around ten minutes, she gets up again, sniffling. Clara braces herself against her granite sink, on the right of Nick's His and Her sinks. She glances at Nick's Channel Egoist deodorant and promptly hurls it out the bathroom window.

She tramples through his plentiful collection of toothpaste, squeezing each one in the trashcan, then down the sink when the trashcan filled to the brim. She tries to scatter his 625 pack of Q-tips but fails.

"Fuck him, fuck his hotel, fuck his beard," She mutters to herself bitterly.

Clara found her eyes drawn to Nick's beloved custom loofa, which has no doubt went over every square inch of his body. She thinks she might toss it out the window along with the others, but the better idea presented itself as she plunges into the throat of his toilet instead.

Snickering and almost feeling better, Clara made her move to exit the bathroom.

Nick was a terrible boyfriend, and she didn't even love him. Her heart belonged to the one and only Danny Gonzalez, and no matter what, she was going to catch him before he left for Funky.

Determined now, Clara stalked out the bathroom of the hotel room. Nick hardly paid any attention, too busy talking about having his balls tugged on one by one to his imaginary fans.

She exited the hotel room, and sped down the hallway till she got to the elevator. Her heart was beating, she knew what would happen if she was caught.

Having finally gotten to the hotel exit, she hastily pushed past the heavy glass doors of the Vegas Hotel and stepped into the chilling nighttime breeze of the city.

It was nearing 10:27, she still had enough time to catch Danny before his flight. The frigid wet streets were alight with moonlight, reflecting off in a sheen of silver on the water droplets. Rain started pouring down in tiny drops, quickly growing into a violent rainstorm.

She stormed down the alleyway, illuminated with shades of blue and purple from the neon billboards. The rain tore through her coat and jeans, and she was soaking wet in a matter of seconds.

There was no way she would make it to the Vegas airport in time. She began to jog, but her foot caught on the slippery pavement of the sidewalk and she fell forwards.

She lay sprawled out on the wet tiles for a few minutes after, not being able to find any motivation to get up. WHat was the point anyway? She'll never catch Danny, and Danny would never like her back.

She stayed there, sulking in her own lonesome and misery.